When I woke up in the morning I found my head on the chest of Alexander, his hand is wrapped around me tightly, I can feel his breaths on my forehead. I instantly removed his hand from my waist and climbed down from his bed.
I hate this bed, I hate this room, I hate everything here. I look at the wound of Alexander but it's not open. it means Alexander is not the one who tucked me into the bed last night with him.
I turned around to leave the room but my heart told me to check his temperature before leaving the room, so I leaned near his face and put my palm on his head. "Thank god, his fiver is down now, " I said and about to turn around but he held my hand and pulled me back on the bed.
I was about to land on his chest but I used one hand to bear my weight because he is holding my
